made a cover for The Blood Train.
I'm powering through it too. I've written close to 10,000 words the last two days (including a huge section I deleted and restarted.)
I love that my writing is fun again. No way would I call this work.
It won’t be that bad… I told myself.
I tried to relax, but I was anxious and unreasonably irritated. If this was supposed to be a fun getaway after all the chaos of high school why did it feel like a prison sentence?
I noticed my white knuckled hold on the steering wheel and loosened my fingers. They ached as blood rushed back into them. I could feel my pulse in my palms.I was being ridiculous. It’s not like I was driving to my own execution; although imagining Rachel in the role of executioner wasn’t difficult whenever Dylan was around.
Dylan. My anxiety rose a few notches and I let my foot off the gas a little.If unrequited love wasn’t enough to put a damper on the summer I didn’t know what was.
I frowned at the rural highway. I lost my mind. I had to have; otherwise nothing would have convinced me to accept a vacation invitation from Rachel of all people. Two months, I’d be stuck in her beach house.